Coaxing Surrender
Here is a bit of flash fiction inspired by Robina and Kenric (who are a part of a much longer tale), but wish to let you take a peek at them enjoying an interlude together.
Unbuttoning my white blouse, I allow the silk that matches the shade of my pink lipstick to slide off while strutting through the hotel door. I unzip the side of my black business skirt, which Kenric helps me take off when I stop at the floor-to-ceiling windows. I can see the people working at their desks in the opposite building, and it makes my heart pitter-patter that they also can see me undressing before them. My lace bra falls to the floor, but is replaced by a man’s tan hands on my creamy boobs.
“Ooo,” I groan, wishing for that very motion since he began his sex texts this morning.
With no more obstacles hindering him, I let him lead me to the hotel bed and handcuff myself to it as he watches and strips off his tweed suit. At the foot of the king-sized mattress, Kenric climbs, lean muscles flexing like a jaguar on the prowl for his pussy. He begins his tease at my freshly pedicured toes, delighting them with errant kisses while strapped still in their stilettos. Beside my knee and underneath it, the warm press of lips enthralls me. Trailing up my thigh, around a hip, and over my stomach, he continues the feathery stroke of his mouth. Between my breasts, I shiver at his hot breath. One of his hands gropes a peak, ending in a wicked pinch.
“Ahh!” A hiss issues from me when he breathes on the same nipple before grazing it with his teeth. At my throat, he sucks for an eternity before he hovers above my eager mouth.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, panting harder than I ever have. His full lips remain impossibly far.
Kenric’s dark head lowers a fraction or two, but at the last moment, he draws away. “Uh-uh, Robina. Not yet.”
In surprise at the denial, I pout, straining against the cuffs to get closer but fail. Kenric gazes into my eyes alone in the cool command that drives me crazy. With a solo look of hunger, the man has the power to set me ablaze, to summon my craving for him that lies beyond reason. I want to know this power and wield it as he does.
Instead, I bite my tongue, refusing to tell him the truth he must already know. No need to confirm for the master of teasing how much control he has over my senses as well as my body. From the moment of our meeting at the private sex party, Kenric has me right where he wants me, though. I am a willing tool in his game, seeking the means to seduce him in kind.
The helplessness due to the restraints gives me a high that makes my blood run hotter, and my heart beats faster than any morning jog can. Kenric’s hot mouth makes a meal of my huge nipples and then offers tiny clamps as a replacement.
“Oh!” When does the devil pick them up? How do I miss that sleight of hand?
“I have tricks of my own.” Kenric’s wicked grin spreads.
At that instant, all thought of my nipples leaves me because of his invasive fingers he sucks before opening and taking the plunge inside me. Wet sounds follow his movements. Shallow dips of his fingers sink in a sweet, deliberate rhythm. My hips must mimic his adroit digits that graze my G-spot. Moans leave my lips while his eyes watch my reactions with a predatory grin.
“You will yield every inch of your body to me. All of it, Robina,” he growls with the pump of his fingers faster than before.
I tip my head back against the headboard and manage a laugh at the exhilaration I experience through every step that has led to this moment of release. “I love it when you attempt to coax my surrender.”
“Oh, you can bet I’ll do better than attempt. I won’t be satisfied otherwise, fiery one,” Kenric murmurs while nuzzling into the side of my face. His stubble tickles, tantalizing with the musky scent of his aftershave. His hand plays at an intense tango when his thumb finds my nub, helpless to hide from his skill. With it, he ushers in my first orgasm of the afternoon. I am confident as I come down and watch him suck his fingers coated in me that it won’t be my last.
